*DISCLAIMER, I DO NOT OWN THIS STORY IN ANYWAY, the Inheritance Cycle is owned by Christopher Paolini and is his brainchild. While I believe we can appreciate the work he gave us to finish that part of the story I believe many can agree it just CAN'T end that way. So, I've decided to try writing out what I want to happen. I'm not the best with stories and description. Some of the descriptions are from Christopher Paolini's work. As the true name of the ancient language is never revealed this is only my guess at it after doing some research on how the author determined the ancient language and using what words he did have already. It is also obvious that the name of the group accompanying Eragon on his journey from Alagaësia is also my invention. If you have suggestions or spot errors feel free to share. I of course intend to reconcile Eragon and Arya, but probably in a sequel, for now I want to establish the resurrection of Vroengard.*

-Please note, the first and last few paragraphs of ever story will begin in Eragon's current life, and then consist mainly of flashbacks. Chunks in Italics and between a pair of hyphen marks are meant to indicate present time, i'm sorry if this confuses anyone!-

-Eragon stood from his quarters on Vroengard, Helgr Huildr, watching the last traces of a small storm pass over the island. The scent of the rain filled his nose as he breathed deeply. The landscape proved to be breathtaking as he surveyed the dense forest of spruce, pine and fir trees blanketing the sides of mountains and foothills. Just as he had every other morning since his return to Doru Araeba, he meditated on thoughts of his time in Alagaësia and the loved ones he left behind after he slew Galbatorix. Nearly two centuries had passed since he left Alagaësia with Blödhgarm and his spellcasters, Saphira, and many Eldunarí. Eragon had not been idle on the island of the great dragons. He had accomplished many things, but with the passing of so many years that was to be expected. He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly through his mouth. Today was the two hundredth anniversary of the Dag abr Esterní, the Day of Good Fortune. 200 years ago to the day Galbatorix had committed a much similar form of suicide as done by Thuviel after Eragon with the aid of over 200 Eldunarí, and elves cast an 'empathy spell'. The spell did not attack Galbatorix directly but it did cause him to feel the pain of the many inhabitants of Alagaësia which drove him mad within minutes. Shortly thereafter he and a council of leaders choose Nasuada, the leader of the Varden, to become High Queen of Alagaësia. After Nasuada restored Urû'baen to its former name of Ilirea, Eragon realized his true path required him to find a land for the Dragons to grow again, and for dragon riders to be trained.-

After watching Arya and Fírnen depart from Talíta, their enchanted ship, he had allowed himself to feel the measure of sorrow her departure caused him. It was like a giant cavern had been opened in his heart and he knew that even if she doubted his sincerity as he had only experienced human emotions and been alive for such a long time, he would love no other like he loved her. Little one, you are not alone, not ever, Saphira broke into his grief. He knew she was right, being a rider granted him a long number of years to spend his life and Arya would be there when the time came. The journey along the Edda river carried the 'Eld Varda abr du Skulblaka'(Watchers of the Dragons) into desolate foreign lands. Blödhgarm, his selected group of elven spellcasters, Eragon, Saphira, Glaedr, and the other lucid Eldunarí had agreed to work together to revive the era of Dragon Riders and were dubbed by Lady Nasuada, Eld Varda abr du Skulblaka as her sign of blessing when they departed Ilirea, formerly, Urû'baen. Though the band worked together to search for minds they were met only with failure. It seemed that aside from the random assortment of animals drinking from the river there was nothing to be found in those Easternmost parts of Alagaësia. Blödhgarm had been the first to confer with Eragon as to whether this was indeed the right path to follow in their efforts to discover a land both hospitable and able to be safeguarded for the revival of the dragons and the training of their riders. "Shadeslayer, you seem restless with our journey. We do not seek to question your desire to explore this land but we are unsure what it is you seek here."

Eragon turned to face Blödhgarm, heaving a deep sigh. He knew that the things he truly desired were not destined to be according to the herbalist Angela's predictions. He merely wanted to find somewhere soon where he could begin the long, arduous task of rebuilding the dragon riders. He knew the work ahead would be a good distraction from his thoughts on Alagaësia and Arya. Better to start his work soon before thoughts on the world he was leaving behind would consume and tempt him to return. "Blödhgarm-elda. Though I wish I could disagree, I find I am inclined to agree with your observations." Blödhgarm displayed a visible sigh of relief. Eragon shouted suddenly, "Letta." The vessel came to a halt and the Elven spellcasters and Eldunarí all turned their attention to Eragon. Wetting his lips briefly he began, "A few days back an idea came to me in a dream. I intended to follow this course as long as it would allow because I felt we were obliged to follow the Edda river, however, I have been unable to shake a thought." The elves wore puzzled looks and the Eldunarí gave off a questioning feeling. Calmly Eragon explained his vision, "It would please me greatly if we could consider abandoning our quest for a safe-haven for the dragon riders in these lands, and instead travel back toward Vroengard."

Glaedr rumbled, You yourself have seen what has become of Vroengard, the land is poisoned and inhospitable with vicious creatures such as the íllgrathr. I am unsure of whether this is the right path to take.

Eragon was quick to answer shifting his weight, "Glaedr speaks truth. We did find Vroengard to be a land with many oddities since its destruction by Galbatorix. But I believe that we now possess the power and knowledge needed to purify Doru Araeba and return it to its former glory. The structures need little work and are already large enough to house dragons and their riders. We must also return whenever Arya summons more eggs, I believe it wisest if we were to return there permanently."

Saphira huffed a cloud of smoke and stated, I agree little one. The structure would not be hard to repair with so many skilled Älfakyn. The elves smiled with pleasure at Saphiras compliment. We also possess the true name of the ancient language and surely it would not be difficult to free the island of its wards and other enchantments. Glaedr took Saphiras argument into mind. Perhaps it is possible...

"Eld Varda abr du Skulblaka, the Shur'tugal need a land that is free from wandering travelers and easily protected from any form of attack. I can speak for my fellow Älfakyn when I say we agree to pursue your visions Eragon Shadeslayer." As Blödhgarm speaking the other elven spellcasters nodded their heads slightly in agreement.

-Eragon smiled widely, remembering the pleasure he had felt when the elves gave their approval. He had no way of knowing at the time that this was indeed the right decision, and he was thankful in hindsight that he and Saphira were able to convince the rest of Eld Varda abr du Skulblaka to trust his instincts.-

"Eka elrun ono, älfya, wiol förn thornessa." Eragon smiled, thanking the elves for their gift of faith and trust. He knew it would be a laborious task to repair once grand city, but he knew deep within that this was where his destiny was leading him.

Together Eld Varda abr du Skulblaka combined their magic to move the Talíta back up the stream and towards Hedarth. Eragons spirits rose higher as he began to recognize the outskirts of the village he had previously though he would never see again. However it was short lived as he realized it would be best to continue straight on towards Vroengard and not make mention of his brief return to his friends. With the borrowed strength of the Eldunarí he made the boat invisible as he uttered Frethya. They sailed their way down the burbling river headed towards Farthen Dûr. Upon reaching the base of the Beor Mountains the group again combined their magical strength and took the Talíta to the sky. It was a long and taxing journey even as they took a direct Western route towards Surda so that they could place the craft in the water again. When they finally reached the edge of Alagaësia they submerged the Talíta and sailed towards the Illium islands. After sleeping and hunting for a few days they began sailing North towards Vroengard.

The journey did not take so very long through the water as they were not bothered by many Nïdhwalar due to the presence of Cuaroc, rightfully named 'Hunter of the Nïdhwal'. While Saphira and Cuaroc enjoyed the taste of Nïdhwal, Eragon, the elves, and the Eldunarí contented themselves with what game they had hunted and stored from Eoam. Finally after three days Glaedr crooned, Aras Thelduin, the fire mountains that guard the heart of Vroengard. We are almost there. We must soon start the cleansing of the poisons and wards guarding this island.

The various Eldunarí exuded excitement at getting to return to the many dragon eggs left behind. The elves were awed and felt a sense of honor, pride, and eventually tranquility as the reality of Vroengard set in. The once great land inhabited by riders of various ilk would once again see Dragons, Elves, Humans, and perhaps get to greet Dwarves and Urgals. The vast crags were sprayed with salt from the crashing waves. Eragon began searching with his mind for the wards he would need to break to begin the process of purifying the island. As with many of the cities he went through in Alagaësia he failed to understand many of the spells still cast upon the land. This time however, there was to be no one living here for a long while except Eld Varda abr du Skulblaka, and with unanimous agreement he uttered the true name of the ancient language to begin cleansing the mess that Galbatorix had left behind, Förn ilumëo fródleikr mál ebrithil. Roughly stating that he was the ancient true magic language master. Upon giving it another thought Eragon also included a spell to remove the poisons in the atmosphere of the island caused by Thuviels sacrifice.

Just like every other writer i'd appreciate any reviews/questions/comments/suggestions/activity with this story of any sort. However, it won't change the speed of which I will create and upload chapters. This is simply what I hope will help someone else cope when reviewing the way Inheritance ended. Eventually I will probably create a sequel that allows Eragon and Arya to meet back again. For now the gap needs to be breached between the time he says farewell and the time he says hello again.